Chapter 318

Chapter 318:

“What plans? Anything you can’t possibly reschedule?”

At that moment, Noah’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID—”Sadie”—and read the incoming text.

“I’m cooking tonight. Will you be home for dinner?”

The corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving into a subtle smile as he quickly typed back, “Yes.”

Placing the phone down, Noah met Kyla’s gaze again, his expression unchanged.

“Sorry, Kyla, but tonight’s really not a good time.”

Kyla’s complexion turned pale as she gripped her handbag, her nails digging painfully into her palm.

Her effort to appear calm was in vain, her shaky voice betraying her. “Could it be… Sadie?”

Noah simply gave a faint nod, confirming her suspicion without a word.

Kyla tried to stifle the overwhelming surge of emotions, rising to her feet with a forced smile. “I see.”

As she turned around, her smile faded, replaced by deep resentment. The sound of the office door slamming echoed through the room with a sharp clang.

Noah’s face remained stoic, his deep eyes reflecting an array of unspoken thoughts.

The soft light from the phone screen cast a glow on Sadie’s face, revealing the turmoil within her.

“Yes.”

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That single word on the screen felt unexpectedly sharp. She kept staring at it, her emotions swirling inside her. Words failed to capture her feelings.

Such a response from Noah was unexpected. After their harsh exchange in the morning, she had anticipated that he would ignore her for days, maybe even weeks.

Considering the confrontation and wishing to avoid further confinement, Sadie had deliberated all day before deciding to diffuse the situation and sending that message.

She tucked her phone into her bag and reached for her coat.

“Nanette, I need to handle something. I’ll leave the remaining tasks to you,” she said to Nanette.

Nanette looked up, taken aback. “Oh? Sadie, it’s still early. Is there an emergency?”

A fragile smile crossed Sadie’s lips. “Yes, it’s just something personal. Also, please monitor the progress on the Starlight Gala project.”

“Understood, Sadie.” Nanette, still somewhat confused, gave a compliant nod.

With that, Sadie exited the studio in a hurry.

Throughout her journey home, she pondered the best way to approach Noah. Upon arriving at Myrtlewood Estate, Sadie paused to collect her thoughts before stepping inside.

The living room was eerily silent. A maid bowed respectfully and said, “Welcome home, Mrs. Wall.”

Acknowledging her with a nod, Sadie proceeded to the kitchen to inspect it.

Everything was in perfect order.

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